So it Begins..... Death What A Marvelous Thing
A majestic being stared out towards the stars, both outer and inner in which within them lay sectors.
The entity did not have any distinctive features to signify its gender, It was just whiteness in the shape of a human.
Then before it, the door to the room opened, and two other majestic entities walked in.
The first entity was a handsome male, He was a tall and slender man with Soft-Brown Eyes and Medium-Length, Wavy, Black hair, which was let down without an at the back of this being were 6 Pairs of black wings.
This man could be described as a Piece of Perfection.
The other being was also a man, This male was also tall and fair-skinned, He had Sunken hazel eyes and was blessed with short blond hair worn in a normal curl, and at his back were 6 Pairs of white wings
The two men bowed to the entity clouded in light
″Father″ They both said while bowing
The being laid over in light looked at them and spoke with a Grave tone, ″It’s time.″ He said
″Father, Why do you have to do this? You are the creator. The realms need you, We need you!″ The first man persuaded.
The entity looked at his son, ″Azazel”
″Even if I created everything″ The Entity glanced out again into the infinite space adorned within stars.
“It’s marvelous father″ The second kneeling man spoke out, marring a solemn face.
“I know what I had done to achieve this…... I am not proud of it.″ The creator said
″I killed my first son, wholly erased billions of innocent mortal souls, caused the death of Michael, and made my first daughters subject to war.”
" I even cast out countless of my children.″
″Father″ Uriel began, ″Brother’s death was no one’s fault. Michael sacrificed himself for you.″
“AND WHO ASKED HIM TOO!” The creator shouted, and the Heavens thundered in kind.
On the horizon, The entity’s roar ended a few empty stars.
″*Sigh*, Even if I am the creator, I still hear their screams…..... The screams of the bloodshed, the anger of the earth at that time. It haunts me.″
The being thought of something that made him chuckle before continuing, “Isn’t this what the mortals call trauma.”
“Yes, Trauma, The mighty creator traumatized, *Chuckle* Such an Irony.″
Then the being looked at his two sons with a solemn, sad, yet determined face
″My sons, It’s time, I am putting both of you in In-charge, and by [The Word] I grant you Power.″
A ball of fire appeared on both of The kneeling men’s heads. It implied the passing of power.
″Father″ Uriel and Azazel said together in worry
“Don’t worry, kids, I won’t die. The Universe won’t let me, I’ll probably constantly reincarnate until I feel as if I have repented.” He said cheekily
“After that, I’ll come back and stay by my Successor side as a consultant.″
″But Father″ Uriel Started, ″You’ll face a lot of bad karma in at least 30 of your Reincarnations according to your law″ Uriel Finished
″I know...It’s a good punishment″ The being replied
Before the kneeling men could continue to persuade their Father, It was too late.
″By My Word, [@#$%^[email protected]#].″
With words no mortal or immortal could comprehend, The entity began to glow brightly.
He looked at the crying men kneeling as he floated off the ground.
″You little brats, even as men, you still cry″ He gave a small smile.
″We’ll meet again soon. And tell Gabriel and Raphael, I am sorry for being a terrible father.″
“By my Word [#$%^$%#].″
‘I hope my Successor likes my present’ The creator thought before he burst into fluttering white lights.
On that day, the realms, the concepts, the abstracts, cried at the loss of their creator.
The Angels lost their glow in heaven, Gabriel and Raphael cried tears of blood without knowing why.
All cried for his death.
The ‘Death’ Of the Creator
///// Elsewhere /////
/////Earth 2021, 7 am/////
″It’s all the same″
“Nothing ever changes, Everything repeats… Why?″
″In this world full of impartiality and constant deaths, how do we still survive, with all our sins, how do we still move forward.”
“I’m talking to myself like a crazed man, yet only this gives me relief.”
″I wished I had power.”
“Power to change the past and mend the future.”
“Power to make everything bend to my will. After all.”
“Power suppresses all.″
“Ah, It looks like it’s time for work.″
The middle-aged man went on to begin. his morning ritual
Bathing, Placing extra care on his unruly pitch-black hair.
Brushing his teeth as he stared into the reflection of his listless eyes.
Closing the doors and windows as he left his lonely home.
The unknown man left his neighborhood and walked onto the streets of New York.
He journeyed through the busy streets, sideways and intersections, steering through countless people going oppositely and towards until he soon reached his destination, A huge Skyscraper which was a branch of the company he works in.
A signboard of ‘Ethereal Industries’ was laminated to the world.
The unknown man walked in, and the Security men greeted him.
Not giving a glance, He walked past the security and kept on walking, Entering the elevator and onwards to the 34th Floor.
Once he arrived the elevator rang a sweet tune and opened its doors
The man walked out into the room.
He passed by different people giving occasional greetings until he reached his desk.
He then sat down and began working his daily job, an office man.
/////4 Hours Later/////
“Phew, finally lunch break.″ He said with relief
As the man was about to leave for the Office Canteen, A voice called out to him.
″Hey, Vincent!″ The voice said
Now known as Vincent, he turned around to see the only person that ‘talks’ to him.
″What do you want, Ash? ″ He replied with an underlying tone of scorn.
Ash stopped in his tracks and approached Vincent calmly.
″Oi, Vincie, Vincie, Vincie. Don’t be like that.”
“I just wanted to ask whether you can help me with some of my tasks, you see my girlfriend and I have a date planned and I don’t want to be late.”
“So do me a favor, You can do that for a friend, can’t you, Vincent.″
‘Tch, Friends my ass. It’s not like I have a choice.’
’Your father is the CEO of the renowned Medicinal industry ‘Osmond.’
‘He didn’t even work to get there. It was all because of his connections.’ He lamented and complained in his mind.
This was not the first time Ash had put more work on Vincent.
Ever since Vincent had mistakenly bumped into him, Ash had made it his life mission to make Vincent’s life miserable.
From extra work to the occasional dumping of drinks to straight-up vandalism, Vincent could always report the abuse but it was well known the power Ash and his father had.
‘I just want to punch his face. But my mother is still in their Hospital without this job and the medical cover. She’ll...’
At his thought, he calmed down and unclenched his fist.
″Sure, I’ll do it after the break,″ Vincent said with a fake smile that has been trained for years
″Haha, Good. Thank you for your help, Vinnie. Now I’ll be on my way don’t want to keep the lady waiting″ Ash replied with a mocking look and then left
″Sigh, such a bastard″ Vincent murmured
After the lunch break, Vincent worked on both his and Ash’s tasks.
″Finally, It’s done″ Vincent breathed in relief
He had finally finished both his and ash assignments. So he signed out and left the company.
Vincent walked along the streets carefully. It was dead in the night, after all, The time where the creepy crawlies come out.
He soon reached a zebra crossing and waited for the lights, out of the blue hid phone rang.
His phone played his favorite tune as an unfamiliar number came up. Vincent picked and placed it before his ear.
A voice that he didn’t recognize spoke to him from the phone
" Hello, Is this Vincent Gate?”
″Yes hello, who is this?″ Vincent asked
″I am Reynold Shield, I am the lawyer appointed to you for the rape case of your mother.″
″Ah, yes, Mr. Reynold. Good evening, what is the problem that you had to call me this late for?″
″Well, you see the judge has decided to postpone the court meeting.″
″WHY!*Cough*, sorry for the outburst, but why.″
″No problem I understand.” Mr. Reynold brushed off it and continued, “Anyway, The judge told me that he is currently being piled upon by other cases and it might take a while to reach yours..″
“He also advised you to take caution, After all, you are going against a big shot.”
‘So that’s why That Bastar!.’ Vincent thought, squeezing his phone tightly.
″Hello, Hello, Mister Gate″
″Ah yes, I’m here.″ He replied snapping out of his musings
″Good, I thought I lost you for a second.″
″No, just thinking about some things...So when did the judge decide to have the court meeting.″
″2 years from now.″
“WHAT!” Vincent Shouted
″WHY!, two years is too far.″ He continued shouting.
″Mister Vincent, you need to keep your voice down. I am not your friend, you haven’t even paid me yet, so I’m not your lawyer either.”
“I just wanted you to know this. Have a good day Mister Gate.″ Then the phone went dead
″Hello, HELLO!, Tch, Damn it″
As Vincent was about to throw the phone in anger, it began to ring again
“Tch, who is this now″
Another unfamiliar number, but Vincent picked it up regardless.
“Hello, who is this.″
″Hello, I am Doctor Vishanti. I am looking for a Vincent Gate″
″Oh, Doctor, hello. I am Vincent Gate.”
“Are there any problems or if it’s about my Mothers bills, The company has it cove~“?
“Your mom has died.″ The doctor said indifferently.
And just like that Vincent’s world broke. The doctor continued anyway.
″The rape effects on your mom caused her to enter a coma, and at 7 pm today, Her heart stopped, and she died.″
″We are about to move her body as we need space in the Hospital for other patients, but there is no space in the morgue, so we decided to call you to pick up her body.”
The phone dropped from Vincent’s lifeless hands. His body still as his eyes widened in shock
″Hello, Hello. Mister Gate... Mister Gate. Hello″
Vincent then began to cross the road. He heard the doctor’s voice, but it didn’t reach him anymore.
He walked, walked, and walked. As he was walking, he heard a blaring horn
He looked to his left to see a truck driving towards him at high speed.
The Driver seemed to be telling him to move as the truck didn’t have a brake. But Vincent didn’t acknowledge it.
He didn’t have the will to move.
The people around told him to move... but he had nothing to move on for.
He wished He wanted, He hoped that he had the will.
But he didn’t
The truck hit Vincent, sending him through the air and onto the ground.
He rolled a few times and soon hit a stop before a solid wall.
Broken, Fractured, and dismembered, Vincent’s last fleeting thoughts were
‘Suicide huh…. Mom won’t be too proud.’
And on that Day, Vincent Gate died...
No one cared.
This is an AU World, Not meant to replicate the real thing